Drey's Thankfulness: Delayed Entry

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Delayed Entry

Monday starts with a bang… Lacksleepoia – drey’s word. Back to work on again, living by the routines… My new lab is building at a very fast rate, walls and “fake walls” are up, meaning, the general structure of the new lab is up… Then bang, bang, bang, knock, knock knock the whole day… I think workers either get the sense of rhythm thru work or you’ll have to be a rhythmic person to be in construction. The knocks are so rhythmic; I knock momentum helps in the force diversion.

a weekend....

The weekend has been pretty good, almost perfect… I breakfasted with Hus on Sat morning. This is a routine that I enjoy… I met up with Daddy to pick up his van again, to transport his van for him to another place… His van was so packed that I couldn’t see the back via the rear-view mirror.

Of course I was a little worried, but van being van, nobody tries to bully you really… *weet* Then I drove the van back home so that I might be able to spend some time cleaning the house… I planned my time so nicely such that I have things to do at every hour… Right after I finished cleaning the house, dad was at the foot of my blk. He came to remove the things on the van so that I can use it with ease… My dad is a good dad… He princessed me too much, in order to make it a fast one, he got his hands dirty to hasten the process… (usually he doesn’t touch the things, he will ask his workers to do most of the things)

So I got to my frens’ gathering in time…

***The 2/7 gathering***

I met up with my sec 2 frens, it’s a class gathering. The turnout was very good; I think the best since secondary school days. Except for a malays fren and some 4 or 5 chinese frens, the rests were present… Amazing right?

We had a pretty good time catching up… some of the girls were preparing to get married and most of the guys will leave the academic life, our topics revolved around these… As usual, they complained that I was quiet despite feeling utmost comfortable with this group of frens… maybe not utmost, but very VERY…

Sunday was another gathering day… We (Mayb & BIL, Jan & Enoch, Dad, Deroy, Jarek and ME!) went to East Coast to picnic… Picnic on only snacks and fruits because we all went from church.

We had a good time of catching up… the boys were in the sea playing the water and sand… While Dad spent time with his lovely daughters… heh heh, I think all fathers love to spend time with daughters as they can be at ease. When it’s my dad and my brothers, he puts on a stern face and has little room for craps… That’s the difference with sons and daughters I guess. Aiyo, I forgot to the picture with my dad again!!!

Mum and dad are still not talking… Everyone at home is tired trying to help them out… sigh.

Sunday ended with BBQ dinner... SUMPTUOUS!!!

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About Him

He's my Hus... Drives me crazy... We got married in Dec 2006 after a year plus courtship. A smart ass... A lover and a friend. An instructor and a mentor. He big time diving fanatic and a responsible worker. A patriotic soldier who's always on the ball, a good friend and a terrific sergeant that will go to the extent of packing men's bag. This guy loves his family and places them in top priority. Dependent on the God he was taught to fear by his Mum, very mindful of rights and wrongs. A very determined man which sometimes can be interpreted as obstinate; can be quite hard to work with. He's a big fan of TV, and sleeps with a grumpy look. Likes neatness but often fail in keeping things in place and tidy. He's surely gonna be my main character in my blog... so this list might be a good reference... Will update this from time to time.

About Him

He is borned Feb 23 2009... A good easy to handle baby so far. He's started teething around 5 months, his 1st tooth appeared on 6th Aug.

My Sister, Janna, consider him a "beginner stage, easy and 5 lives" type baby-gamers' lingo.

As he is a boy, he's very active. He can scream quite loudly. He loves the water. He loves taking baths. He sees his Papa as his toy, totally loves playing "catch" with Papa.

At 2 yrs 3 months, we're taking him out of diapers slowly. He's still in those when we're out or we're sleeping. But when are at home, he's in shorts and he now correctly identifies his pee calls and says "pee pee". He can do that for poo long ago, he signalled by "ng-ng". Probably, 1 yr 10 months.

He's still an easy little boy. Obedient and has a strong moral compass in him. Thank God for that. Terrible 2s is so not applicable to this animals lover.

His sentences now:

"Thaddeus eat myself"

"papa, watch (video) please.."

"papa wok (work)"

"papa, air-con please"

"Thaddeus eats is-kate (biscuits)''

"mei mei wait... pee pee"

"mei mei cry... mmm mmm (with gestures of cleaning tears off his face)"

"mummy, rice"

"bal-toon (balloon)"

About Her

Little Kayla; borned on the 7th July 2010, via elective C-section.

A little quiet (almost silent) character usually, keep her away from mommy, she can yell to her max. She can be quite demanding. She's already fighting for attention and toys with Brother Thaddeus at 8 months old. She also can wave goodbye around 8 months too.

She started crawling at 9 months; clapping, said "papa'' ''mama'' but not at the right people at 10 months. Stood up with support at 10months 2 wks; and able to transfer from crawling to sitting.

She walked at 16 months, she goes to school at 18 months and changed to another school in 2015 (age 5).

She's a sweet little mommy's girl. She wakes up every time I leave the room and gives me millions of hugs and kisses. She's never quiet since 3 years old. She's the heart and soul of our house; she cracks us up as much as she drives us crazy. A tiny little girl who has a will bigger than the sum of all of us at home. A challenging strong-willed child loved by us, gifted to us by God.

My 50 likes.

+ clean floors
+ Kay's laughters
+ good day at home
+ kids' new words
+ Thad swimming
+ baby movements in tummy
+ toothless smiles
+ Hus playing with Thad
+ Thad's laughters
+ Hus' smiles
+ FZ4246Z SuperFour
+ Thad's smiles
+ caesar salad
+ blackcurrent candies
+ smart shows
+ long bus ride on clean buses
+ muscles
+ neat houses
+ singing
+ hard candies
+ potato chips
+ clementi home
+ love songs
+ quiet kids
+ sweet dreams
+ hugs
+ wrecks
+ diving
+ satays
+ kway chap at pepys road
+ menstrations
+ windy days
+ waking up naturally
+ short phone chats with hus
+ crispy malay chicken wings
+ laughing loudly
+ Blueberry & BBQ Marshmellows
+ Glico; chocolate Collon
+ want want rice crackers
+ laughing at my hus
+ playing a fool with my family
+ eating rice with a fork

Why this Blog?

I always like to keep journals, because I wanna be reminded of things that has passed and forgotten; this applies to especially nice things. This blog is really not so much about being an open book and telling the blogging community about my private life. I do need an outlet to say things when I wanna say it and when people around me are not in listening mode. I usually get better after letting out what might be bothering me. By doing so, I will soon get over and probably forget the episode and I would be able function normally after writing. I had always preferred writing to talking, since I’m crippled in expressing my feelings of sadness and excitement; but I feel a lot… I used to keep diary but my hand-writing has deteriorated too much. And I couldn’t put pic for memory. I tried book-scrapping, but the tools I used to share with elder sis are no longer at my convenience since I moved after getting married. Adding on... Should i die suddenly, my love ones would have something to refer to? I'm afraid some of them might never know that i've always regarded them with this much of respect and love. I would appreciate your comments/advice when you will be able to encourage or help me. Sometimes, I think in circles. Sometimes, I dun know how to think/act/feel according to gender differences, during these times, I might even get depressed. Will the people who might be able to help this oxymoron , advise… Lastly, I think this will help me get by the emotional baggage that I might act on Hus sometimes. That even during the days when he upset me, I would still be able to greet him with a smile after his long work day. Students, pls DO NOT write the way i write if you're a frequent reader of my blog. I doubt this is acceptable in formal writting... and this isn't good english... ok?

A Wife of Noble Character (Prov 31:10-31)

A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value. She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life. She selects wool & flax and works with eager hands. She's like the merchant ships, bringing her food from afar. She gets up while it's dark; she provides food for her family and portions food for her servant girls. She considers a field and buys it; out of her earnings she plants a vineyard. She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks. She see that her trading is profitable, and her lamp does not go out at night. In her hands she holds the distaff and grasps the spindle with her fingers. She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy. When it snows, she has no fear for her household; for all of them are clothed in scarlet. She makes coverings for her bed; she is clothed in fine linen and purple. Her husband is respected at the city gate, where he takes his seat among the elders of the land. She makes linen garments and sells them, and supplies the merchants with sashes. She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instructions is on her tongue. She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: "Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all." Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but the woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Give her the reward she has earned, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.